It’s here again. Without fail, December 24th comes and we have our Christmas Eve services. Christmas Eve was always fun growing up. We’d go to a Christmas Eve service with family, then I’d go over to Evan’s house and stay there playing video games late into the night. The same things happen now, except replace my family growing up with my own wife and children; replace Tomball, TX with Baton Rouge, LA; replace services I attend with services I lead; and replace Evan with . . . well, you can’t replace Evan.
I am obnoxious with the staff and folks from The Chapel about how much I enjoy these services—some reasons noble and some a little more selfish. Here are my top four . . .